Hi all
I'm an occasional poster and frequent lurker on the forum. The title above is what I was called at the weekend by my cousin's wife.
I'll contextualise. I'm 34 and at about 31 I decided I no longer wanted to do my unfulfilling media job and that I wished to change career to become a psychologist, which is far more in line with my political and spiritual values. At the time I was living in a flat I couldn't afford, working very anti-social hours and scarily depressed. I sold the flat to raise the funds for my career change. I didn't tell anyone but my closest friends I was going to do this.
From scratch with no previous psychology training you have to do a part-time conversion course for 3 years and then a post-grad option for 2-4 more years. I slowly confessed the sale of the flat to relatives and less close friends and was actually surprised at how supportive they were.
So since 2005 I've worked full-time with homeless people as well as doing my conversion course in the evenings. It finishes in the summer and I will be very proud of my achievement. Now I'm in the process of choosing which post-grad option I wish to do. At time of writing I have jettisoned the idea of a Counselling Psychology Doctorate(this option would be the typical mother's choice - the kind of job you can "go back to") and am more interested in research, teaching and influencing public policy. The latter choice means a Master's and/or a PhD.
It seems that as I near my 35th birthday, some people are far less supportive of the path I am on than they were three years ago. Instead of congratulating me on having juggled a full-time job and a part-time course, they look disturbed when I tell them my post-grad options. When I embarked on this path, I told them it would take 6 years to come to fruition and I was in it for the long haul. Is it any coincidence that their lack of support appears as I near the age when fertility starts to decline? It's as if they thought 3 years ago that it was OK for me to pursue the things I hold dear, but now, unless I sacrifice my life to breeding another human my life is a little invalid. And then if I have a kid, presumably she/he will only be valid up to a certain age, ad infinitum...
If truth be told I am a fence-sitter on the kids issue anyway. I'm about 70-30 against currently. I've just never really factored it into my plans. If I had been desperate to have kids, I suppose I would have done so.
What has driven me for the last few years is the fact that in my twenties I never did jobs that stretched me intellectually. This meant that it has been hard to meet men with whom I could have a decent conversation. Hence I'm still single. Even in my current job, most of the men are very hedonistic/cynical/anti-intellectual. They are actually lovely people, but when I'm with them I'm only popular when I clown around. If I try to discuss anything serious, it draws a complete blank. I know from long experience how stressful it is to be in a job where you are not intellectually challenged.
I know that many people have got their career and stuff sorted by my age, but my 20s were a bit of a write-off, with a couple of major bereavements and some unfulfilling jobs. My unconventional choices now are simply driven by the desire to be able to voice what's in my head to people who share my values. And I know those people are in the field of Psychology, because I'm beginning to meet some of them.
Funnily enough, one of my reservations about having children is that I feel modern life with its endless juggling and materialism is inimical to good childrearing. And some of the thinkers in my field share this point of view. That's why I want to go into this field - to try and contribute to a better world.
So anyway, I don't know really what I want you to say to me, but if I am immature as some of these people imply, then I would at least like to be able to tell them what drives me. It's just the yearning to be able to express myself in my everyday life and meet people (including guys!) with whom I belong. Then I'll marry and have a baby immediately, OK?
On a lighter note, I changed my avatar from baby hedgehogs to a baby rat because the former looked disturbingly foetal. I know many are phobic of rats, but fancy rats that you can get from a pet shop make wonderful pets, believe me. I saw Ratatouille recently and cried most of the way through!
Anyway, I'm off - thanks for reading this far!
Ogriv
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